Jason was staring deeply in my eyes. I wished I could find an ounce of hesitation within his gaze, but everything about him seemed to be saying that he mean every word he just whispered to my ear. An awkward smile appeared on my face.
“Um… but there are people here…” I mumbled hectically not realizing that I actually agreed on kissing him.
He laughed faintly then flopped his head on my arm letting me go from embrace. I instantly felt him leaning the weight of his body on me. Something wasn't right…
“Jason…?” I called softly patting his hanging loose arm, “Jason!” I called louder.
There was no response. It looked like he lost consciousness. I gently pushed him a little away from me allowing him to lean on my stretched arms. Only then I realized there was blood on my hand, it wasn't my blood…
“Oh, God…” I muttered terrified.
I looked at him cautiously and suddenly noticed a red stain on the right side around Jason's ribs. I froze.
<After fifteen minutes of wandering around the hospital I finally found where Jason was. They said he didn't need a blood transfusion, he received a drip with antibiotic. No one could comprehend why he became unconscious since his wound was less severe than anyone expected. I was the only one who understood his condition completely. He was that way because of me, because I didn't finish healing his injury. I bet that if I did, he would have woken up right away. Jason was put in a nice looking single room, I bet that his family had something to do with it. No one would dare to place a member of prestigious Donell family somewhere he might have felt uncomfortable. Much to my surprise, I was alone when I walked inside. I expected there would be at least some other person worried about him, yet he was alone. Nonetheless, I thought that explaining this situation to the member of his family would be troublesome, I wished I could avoid it if possible… I leaned out onto the h
A normal human being probably should go home and rest after experiencing what I did, but I headed straight to the office. Preparing the first episode for emission was my responsibility. Besides, there were already editors working on the footage, precutting single takes so that we could make the final decision together. My job wasn't too complicated, yet if there was anything wrong with the final version of the episode, I would be the one who'd take the blame for it. Additionally, the fact that the CEO acted all hostile towards me, left me no room for error, although I kept wondering if he would actually fire me, if I messed things up… Certainly, I was not eager to find that out.It was 7 PM when I walked back to TVM's headquarters. I just received a message that the editing team still needed an extra hour to prepare the recorded material. On the way to my office, I kept swaying on my feet. In other's eyes I must have resembled a zombie mumbling softly “Coffee&hel
There were five specially prepared showrooms in the TVM's headquarters. Every showroom had a theatrical audience seat and a big screen to view the shows before final approval. Our “TVM goes naked” was about to be presented in the smallest, least luxurious one. That decision was made due to the fact there weren't any special VIP guests that we needed to show the episode to. It was a completely internal matter, and it was supposed to be less problematic as well. We didn't need anyone's permission to air the episode on a specific schedule since it was meant to be presented only on online platforms. Each one of the directors should approve the program without any ounce of hesitation. Yet I felt it wouldn't be that easy…My only hope was that Samil's prerogative was to lead TVM to bring greater income and our show was mainly for the sake of gaining viewers. I prayed that he wouldn't go against what was in favor of the station merely to prove I wasn't receiving a
Another stressful day was finally over. Moreover, it was Friday! I had never been so happy to go home after work. I felt like somebody took a heavy weight off my shoulders, it was amazingly relieving. Even though, I had to plan the next episodes, but there wouldn't be anyone breathing down my neck from now on. At the same time, it all had a bitter-sweet taste. From this point, there would be no reason for the CEO to check up on me, and this meant I wouldn't get to see him, probably at all.“You already made the decision! You just need to stick to it!” I tried convincing myself, but it was easier to say it than to genuinely let it go.On my way back, I kept trying to set my mind directly on my goal. I needed to concentrate solely on preventing myself from dying on the day of my birthday. I was looking forward to the possibility of taking my mind off of work and being able to read Immara's diary. I hoped I would have at least a clue to how I should release my
Grandma gazed at me in a state of shock for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. I wasn't sure if she was mocking me, or if she was this happy that I decided to seek her help. If I had to make a bet, I would choose the first option…“Seriously?!” she squeezed out while chuckling, “You want ME to teach you control?!”“Well… I figured that you are the one constantly babbling about searching inside your own soul to find the right path, or something. Now… I really need your help, and I promise not to laugh or ignore you whenever you try to sound like a monk or centuries old sage. So, would you please become my personal Yoda?” I grinned stupidly, hoping it would suffice for sucking up to her.Grandma glanced at me suspiciously, “What's the catch? I have to know what exactly you need this “super control” for?”“Well…” I laughed hesitantly, “I found a rit
Greeting Mahala in our home felt awkward, but I decided to trust Grandma that her help was crucial for my training. We sat together at the kitchen table, staring at each other. I couldn't possibly smile in a more nervous way. My Grandma did much better at behaving naturally, although I bet she was worried that I would accidentally slip out something about breaking the demon's seal.“Amara told me that you chose to release your magic on your birthday. It's a wise decision,” Mahala applauded my decision showing her courteous smile.“I'm truly grateful that you agreed to help me,” I bowed my head, doing my best to act polite.“Why wouldn't I? The eldest exist to help in such cases,” she softly chuckled.It was easy to figure out that she was only helping me because I chose to let go of my magic, which literally meant she had one powerful witch less to worry about. I bet that none of them would be this helpful if I were to
It had been three months since I had learnt about Samil's officially announced weeding date. Although I pretended to be fine, I was a mess for a few weeks. I couldn't eat or sleep, and I was completely unable to focus on work. Thankfully, I had Jason by my side. His cheerful, optimistic presence helped me a lot. Because of him, I was able to forget that Samil ever existed… until someone mentioned the CEO. I hated the way I acted. I hated feeling pathetic. I blamed the kissing curse for it. I tried telling myself that those feelings weren't mine, that they only dwell inside me temporarily. Nonetheless, they made me feel hurt, helpless, and pathetic.It was a blessing in disguise that I spent all the time outside work practicing magic. That allowed me to lock the door saying, “private life” and bury a key. I was diligent at studying the demonic language. I even made my own notes based on what Immara found. After two months, now I felt confident of planning th
I gazed straight into Samil's eyes, forcing myself to remain composed.“You were not doing anything wrong! Don't let this guy treat you like a criminal!” I encouraged myself in my head.He kept blocking my way and increasing anger in his expression.“Could you step aside, Mr. Borda?” I asked as calmly as I was able to.My words only enraged him more. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me back to the bedroom.“Hey! Let me go!” I shouted.“Quiet!” he hissed and kept dragging me towards the Chairman's bed.“Samil?! What is the meaning of this?!” the Chairman roared.“This is what I wanted to ask you, Old man! What are you doing with my secretary, alone in your bedroom, this late at night?!” Samil fumed.“I'm not your secretary! Furthermore, I'm not your property! You have no right to treat me like this!” I yelled struggling to break my wrist fr